Burnt

The thought of it

Makes my stomach churn

How you left my

Heart to burn

In the fire that you set

In the depths of my chest

Not even waiting to douse the flames

Before you left

You walked out the door

Never turning back

To watch as my heart

Began to smoulder and crack

And all feelings I’d known

Were turned to ash

Along with every dream

I’d ever had

 


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10 Comments

  1. Burnt just doesn’t evoke those feeelings in me, all I think of is toast, food. Don’t take this the wrong way. I am always interested how words are felt.

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    1. For me it is typically wood that ‘burnt’ will invoke images of. I love the smell of wood smoke. But having written the poem I needed a title, and Burnt was the first one I thought of.

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